Xiaoman

On the day of the opening ceremony, Liu Xiaoman had just stepped out of the corridor when he was slapped by the cold wind.

He shrank his neck with a "hiss", and pulled the zipper of his school uniform to the top to tuck it in. No matter how you look at it, this hairy cloudy day doesn't look like the weather for a sports meeting.

Fan Yiyang also put on a coat when he came over on his bicycle, and Liu Xiaoman was squatting under the signboard of "Old Liu Early" to set the footstones, when he heard the car bell turn around and shouted: "Wait for me, brother Yangyang."

"It's windy today," Fan Yiyang got out of the car to help him stack stones, and at the same time said to Grandpa Xiaoman, "Master, it's almost over."

"It's cold when you say it's cold." Grandpa shook his head and sighed.

On the way to school, many students didn't expect the temperature to drop today. One or two were wearing short sleeves, and when a gust of wind blew, they wished they could bounce around.

There are also many people wearing uniform class uniforms, holding each other in groups of three or four, and blocking each other from the wind.

"Is it the cold air?" Liu Xiaoman stepped on the back seat of the bicycle and looked at them, asking Fan Yiyang.

"It shouldn't be, it's a little too early, I should just want to rain." Fan Yiyang thought about it, "But if the temperature drops like this, the flu must be coming."

Another gust of cold wind came and poured into his neck, Liu Xiaoman nodded in agreement, and at the same time secretly looked forward to the rain. Windy and cloudy days will not affect the opening ceremony, but as long as it rains, then There is no curtain to open.

"Is your class set?" Fan Yiyang asked while looking at those gaudy class uniforms.

"No." Liu Xiaoman grabbed the hem of his coat and stared around on the back seat of the bicycle. Although the weather conditions were really not optimistic, most people still looked happy and their mood was not affected.

"Originally the head teacher wanted to decide for us, but the picture he chose was released in the class, and the students said it was too ugly." Liu Xiaoman couldn't help laughing, "Then I asked the monitor to decide, and I made a lot of mistakes. God, in the end it seems that the time is too late, so just forget it."

"Why are you like a swarm of bees every day?" Fan Yiyang also smiled, a little speechless, "I don't have any courage to do anything from top to bottom."

Liu Xiaoman tends to agree with Fan Yiyang's point of view in his heart. He didn't think there was anything wrong with not having class uniforms. It's just the opening of the sports meeting. No matter how much you think about it, it's not worth spending an extra amount of money on clothes. The school uniforms can be well-regulated in the class. Dress neatly and neatly, visually it looks good.

Now seeing how other classes have to dress and prepare, in comparison, Shang Liangshan really seems to be taking them to the playground for a walk.

But anyway, it's the class he's in now, and he still has a little bit of the "collective sense of honor" that he hears every day.

So he didn't answer, turned back and asked Fan Yiyang: "How about you, brother Yangyang?"

"What about us?" Fan Yiyang slowed down and bypassed a roadblock, "Class uniform or sports meeting?"

"Can you participate?" Liu Xiaoman asked strangely, "Didn't it mean that high school seniors can only go to the opening ceremony?"

"That's right," Fan Yiyang agreed, "so we didn't set class uniforms. According to the class teacher's wishes, we didn't even want us to attend the opening ceremony, which wasted time."

It sounds like people don't know how to evaluate it.

Liu Xiaoman has always felt that Fan Yiyang and his head teachers in key classes don't have a sense of ceremony, and they take part in any group activities like fighting a war, compressing all the time that can be compressed for study, and they don't have any human touch.

But if you think about it realistically, the third year of high school really doesn't need those fancy rituals and human feelings.

Shangliang Mountain is just too ceremonial.

Liu Xiaoman imagined that in the third year of high school, Shang Liangshan would spend several days worrying about getting his class uniform to participate in the opening ceremony of the sports meeting, which is really unacceptable.

At the school gate, Fan Yiyang put Liu Xiaoman down, and specifically told him: "If you have nothing to do during the day, don't go home. I have classes over there normally, so I can't see you off."

"Well, I didn't go home at all." Liu Xiaoman nodded and agreed.

While talking, he remembered what Xia Liang said that day.

At that time, Li Meng was half obedient, and he directly understood a sentence as "go to my house".

When he turned his head, he even thought about why he was going to Xia Liang’s house, and he talked and gestured excitedly: “Is there no one in your house, Xia Liang? Can you play games? Or I’ll bring a board game over and order a For takeaway, you can just draw the curtains and watch movies!"

"What movie?" Xia Liang dismissed him as crazy and ignored him, Wang Chao followed suit.

The two of them chatted and talked about some unsuitable "movie" and chatted in a low voice with their heads together, and Shang Liangshan soon began to talk about other topics, and it happened that Liu Xiaoman didn't know how to deal with this It's a joke, and the topic of "going home" is over.

In fact, think about it, if he is a normal person with healthy arms and healthy everywhere, the kind of small group of classmates described by Li Meng gathered in any house, eating, drinking and playing games without any scruples, would be quite comfortable.

Just like when he went to Fan Yiyang's house to play when he was young, he was young at that time and there was no pressure to study. Fan Yiyang was also willing to take him to play, take a storybook and put a cartoon disc, and the two of them can spend an afternoon.

With such a recollection, Liu Xiaoman couldn't remember when he gradually stopped going to Fan Yiyang's house for a long time.

Probably after high school.

Although he still likes staying with Fan Yiyang very much, there is still a gap between a higher grade. Hobbies, horizons, ideas, and many things that he didn't care about when he was young, have been pulled away invisibly.

And when he grew up, he knew beauty and ugliness, and knew how to hide his inferiority complex. He was also very awkward when he exposed his stumps for a long time in Fan Yiyang's house.

I don't know if Fan Yiyang will be able to maintain his relationship with him after he gets married and has a lover and children.

Liu Xiaoman suddenly thought of it.

He didn't know what his own life would be like in the future.

Will there be someone who does not dislike his incompleteness and is willing to live with him?

Thinking of this, he shook his head, skillfully preventing himself from spreading further down.

It may be because the weather and the season are obviously getting colder, recently he is always prone to daydreams.

Thinking about these is the most meaningless and meaningless.

He walked through the school gate that was full of relaxed atmosphere today, and walked towards the teaching building where his class was located.

For any able-bodied person, the natural vision is unrealistic for him, and he can only hope that someone will be "blind".

The opening ceremony was held at ten o'clock in the morning, and the morning reading and the first two classes were taken, and the playground had to be arranged inside and outside, so there was no need to run exercises today.

Liu Xiaoman walked up the stairs to the second floor, and saw Shang Liangshan standing with his hands behind his back at the back door of the classroom from a distance.

He didn't look at the class today, he stood on the edge of the corridor and looked towards the playground.

Liu Xiaoman looked over from his perspective, the banner of the sports meeting was almost torn off the bell tower by the wind.

Cancel it.

He prayed in his heart.

In order to prevent Shang Liangshan from thinking of any amazing ideas to take him to do it, he didn't dare to go through the back door, and buried himself in the class directly at the front door.

Li Meng had already arrived, and he acted like a primary school student on a spring outing. Before Liu Xiaoman got to his seat, he dragged him over and opened his schoolbag to show Liu Xiaoman.

"Look!" He fumbled for the big cardboard box in his bag, with an exaggerated expression, "This is my family heirloom! I will inherit it for my son to play with in the future."

"Huh?" Liu Xiaoman looked at him in bewilderment, unable to comment.

"Have you never played board games?" Li Meng asked.

Liu Xiaoman shook his head: "No."

Li Meng was very surprised, "Huh?!", as if board games are a compulsory course in the nine-year compulsory education, and not having played board games is the same as not having attended school. The song is unbelievable.

Liu Xiaoman looked at him calmly and nodded: "Yeah."

"That's okay." Li Meng realized that he was disabled and scratched his head, "It's okay to play Werewolf."

Liu Xiaoman had never played Werewolf before.

But neither of them took it seriously.

Liu Xiaoman thought to himself that it would be impossible to get together to play at Xia Liang's house anyway, and he had no interest in these things.

Li Meng thought to himself that he can learn anything even if he doesn't know anything. There are people in the world who can't learn by death.

After almost everyone in the class arrived, Shang Liangshan came in again and explained the process and precautions of the opening ceremony.

"When you hear the singing on the radio, you can prepare to go downstairs and line up." Shang Liangshan pointed to Yutou and Han Xuebi, "Just follow the queue of our running exercise, follow Class 11, and walk around the playground That's fine, you are responsible for leading the entire team, and I have other tasks to be responsible for, so don't make trouble for me."

The class agreed noisily.

Liu Xiaoman glanced at Xia Liang's seat.

Xia Liang hadn't come yet, the table was empty, for the first time Liu Xiaoman hoped that he would come to class on time, it would be fine to arrive before their class entered.

Otherwise, as Shang Liangshan said, he would be arranged according to the queue during the exercise, and he could only be at the end of the class alone, passing by with his empty sleeves in front of the teachers and students of the school.

The more he thinks about that scene, the more uncomfortable he feels, and the more he wants Xia Liang to come over quickly, so that he doesn't really sleep at home all day.

When the first class was over, Xia Liang still didn't come, and Liu Xiaoman had developed from being uncomfortable to extremely uncomfortable.

The other students in the class were already stretching their arms and legs, waiting for the broadcast to go out. The noise in the class was disturbing, and Liu Xiaoman thought to himself: In fact, he won’t go out, just sit in the classroom and study the questions. Well, Shang Liangshan can't do anything to him, at most he can pull out a few words and talk about the principle of "collective sense of honor".

But if he thinks so, maybe he is a submissive and obedient person in his bones, and he dare not leave the big team and confront the head teacher.

As soon as the exclusive sports music was played on the radio, the students in the class poured out like a flood. Li Mengwang and the others turned their heads to greet him, and Liu Xiaoman still stood up involuntarily.

Xia Liang still didn't come.

If you are ashamed, you can be ashamed, not for a year or two.

After being the last person in the class, he walked out through the back door of the classroom.

The corridors are full of students who are happy because they don't have to go to class.

Liu Xiaoman couldn't jump for joy, his mood was not much different from the sky outside the corridor, he followed the flow of people to the stairs, one foot had already stepped out and was about to go down, when someone grabbed his arm from behind.

The strength is not small, it doesn't mean to be a slippery hand.

Liu Xiaoman was afraid that he would stumble and fall down the stairs, so he hurriedly withdrew his feet, turned his head in surprise, and met Xia Liang's dark, dark eyes.

Curved, with a little curvature.

"Take you to skip class." Xia Liang dragged him out of the crowd without saying a word.

Unprepared, Liu Xiaoman inexplicably experienced skipping class.

It's too easy to escape, and I'm not in class. It's far-fetched to use the word "skip class".

From the moment he saw Xia Liang, he basically didn't have time to think, and he didn't know what was beating in his throat, which was completely consistent with the frequency of his heart, so that only this rhythm remained in his cranium and chest cavity.

Following Xia Liang down the other end of the stairs with few people, they passed through the whole school in the joyous and cheerful background music loop. They vaguely heard someone call Xia Liang, but they both ignored them and went straight to the back door of the school. The old man in the reception room didn't know why he went there, Xia Liang pushed Liu Xiaoman, and the two of them walked out of the school without any attention or question.

Liu Xiaoman turned his head to look at the school gate again, and suddenly felt an indescribable wonder.

He was clearly preparing to go downstairs and line up just now, but now... came out.

The athletes' march was still playing, but it sounded like it was a layer away from him, and it was something from another "world".

No need to go to the playground to show your eyes.

After confirming this matter, Liu Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief, the wind was still blowing, but at this moment he felt refreshed even after being blown.

"When did you come?" He looked at Xia Liang and asked.

"Just arrived." Xia Liang led him forward, "I happened to see you wanting to go down with a doormat face on your face."

Liu Xiaoman automatically ignored the second half of his sentence, followed him, and pointed back to the empty reception room: "You usually skip class like this?"

The cost of skipping class is too low, he thought that he would have to climb a wall or a dog hole if he didn't say anything.

"The old man goes to eat at this time every day." Xia Liang raised his chin in a certain direction of the playground, but he didn't understand where he pointed at Liu Xiaoman, "Usually turn over there."

"Can you turn over with a broken hand?" Liu Xiaoman was startled, and asked seriously.

"No." Xia Liang also answered him seriously, "After the hand is broken, I can only climb the dog hole."

Liu Xiaoman: "..."

real or fake.

He just thought about it, now there are schools that need to climb dog holes?

"Skipping class also has a chain of discrimination. You can only go through the dog hole in the first year of high school, over the wall in the second year of high school, and only in the third year can you go to the reception room." Xia Liang said clearly, "If you have broken your hands, of course you will be directly classified as the bottom. "

Liu Xiaoman couldn't tell that he was talking nonsense, it was just a two hundred and five, so he couldn't hold back his joy.

At this moment, he was in a good mood, feeling fresh as if he had done something he hadn't done for the first time, and said "Oh" in conjunction with Xia Liang's nonsense: "Then in your situation, you don't do anything, you don't stop How will the time go?"

"Of course you walk sideways." Xia Liang stretched his waist, feeling the thick and dull water vapor buried in the air, and patted Liu Xiaoman on the back, "Hurry up, or you'll have to swim later."

Liu Xiaoman knew where he was going, but compared to what Xia Liang mentioned before, he felt much less uncomfortable.

It probably has the meaning of being born once and familiar with twice.

He analyzed it in his heart, and even took the initiative to find another excellent reason for himself - to go to see Xiaoguo.

"Is Xiaoguo at home today?" He asked Xia Liang.

"He was here when I came." Xia Liang said.

"It's still running around after undergoing surgery?" Liu Xiaoman asked again.

"Compared to yours, a cat's recovery ability in certain aspects is much better." Xia Liang glanced at him.

"..." Liu Xiaoman shut his mouth, refusing to speak about Xiaoguo's egg.

He can fold himself back and forth.

Walking all the way to the entrance of Xiaomaoku alley, Liu Xiaoman suddenly remembered a very important thing.

"Your grandpa..." He wanted to say whether your grandpa was at home, but just as he said three words, a heavy drop of water slapped his forehead and heart.

He was stunned, and his first reaction was that someone's clothes hadn't been wrung out, and before he raised his hand to wipe it off, with a sound of "shua--", the rain poured down like a river with a sluice.

"Fuck!" Xia Liang scolded, then pushed him again, the two of them had no time to talk, and ran straight home.